Sunday, 9 December 2012

A merchant of dreams

I met a merchant -
a merchant of dreams
he coaxed me into buying
recycled, not so mine dreams.
Being articulate,
a perfect salesman,
he outsmarted me.
I didn't want the dream he had,
I wanted a one of my own,
my whole sole right ,
I thought I had on him,
and the vibrant dreams
 he was selling.

The soul of
 my dreamland.

I thought I would buy the best one,
real love dashed with rainbow hues.
Yet after a two minute
rush of his sweet-intoxicated words,
I bought his dream
and made his my own.
Now each day I wish
that his dreams are
fulfilled and if you wonder
 what happened to mine-
they have rested in peace.

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